Quotes About Consciousness

I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?

I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest horror is that it is so alive that for me to admit that I am as alive as it is - and my most hideous discovery is that I am as alive as it is - I shall have to raise my consciousness of life outside to so high a point that it would amount to a crime against my personal life.

Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space.

My mystery is simple: I don't know how to be alive. - Because you only know, or only knew, how to be alive through pain.

At this moment" is a rare thing because only sometimes do I step with both feet on the land of the present; usually one foot slides toward the past, the other slides toward the future. And I end up with nothing.

What did I know about whatever it was that others obviously saw in me? how would I know if I went around with my stomach pressed into the dust of the ground. Truth has no witness? being isn't knowing? If a person doesn't look and doesn't see, does the truth exist anyway? THe truth that doesn't transmit itself even to those who can see. Is that the secret of being a person?

How do I explain that my greatest fear is precisely in relation to ... to being?" (5)

I'm going to start my exercise in courage, living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage.

Do not read what I write as a reader would do. Unless this reader works, he too, in the soliloquies of the irrational dark.

For the first time in my life there was a full now. This was the greatest brutality that I had ever come up against.

It isn't for us that cows' milk comes forth, but we drink it. Flowers weren't made for us to look at or for us to smell, and we look at them and smell them. The Milky Way doesn't exist for us to know if its existence, but we know.

La verdad es un contacto interior inexplicable".

Anyone who lives knows even without knowing that he or she knows. So dear reader,you know more than imagine however much you may deny it.

Eu antes era uma mulher que sabia distinguir as coisas quando as via. Mas agora cometi o erro grave de pensar.

I was born a few instants ago and I am dimmed.

And I shall not wander "from thought to thought," but from mood to mood. We shall be inhuman — as the loftiest conquest of man. Being is being beyond human. Being man does not work, being man has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I feel that this unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization for which we longed. Am I speaking of death? no, of life. It is not a state of happiness, it is a state of contact.

Since I am, the thing to do is to be

se eu gritasse acordaria milhares de seres gritantes que iniciariam pelos telhados um coro de gritos e horror. Se eu gritasse desencadearia a existência - a existência de quê? a existência do mundo. Com reverência eu temia a existência do mundo para mim.

I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you through and through, by means of an incantation that comes from me to you. To stretch out savagely while an inflexible geometry vibrates behind everything.

Que não se acorde quem está todo ausente, quem está absorto está sentindo o pesos das coisas.

An eye looked over my life. I probably called that eye sometimes "truth", sometimes morality, sometimes human law, sometimes "God", sometimes "myself". For the most part I lived inside a mirror. Two minutes after I was born I had already lost my beginnings.

Sometimes she didn't think. Sometimes a person sat there being. She didn't have to do. Being was already doing. You could be slowly or a bit fast.

Ouve-me, ouve o silêncio. O que te falo nunca é o que eu te falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa coisa que me escapa e no entanto vivo dela e estou à tona de brilhante escuridão. Um instante me leva insensivelmente a outro e o tema atemático vai se desenrolando sem plano mas geométrico como as figuras sucessivas de um caleidoscópio.

La libertad en sí -como acto de percepción- no tiene forma. Y como el verdadero pensamiento se piensa a sí mismo, esa especie de pensamiento alcanza su objeto en el propio acto del pensar.